You Gotta Go

One great way

to slough off the distractions:

An asshole

            gets on a plane in Los

            Angeles.  Gets off

            somewhere else.  I was

            with him all the way,

           

            and it was exercise.

                       

                       

So, a synthesis of synchronistic winks? 

 *getting off on the death impulse like an addict,  stuck on good feels until

I am nothing but a stoned endorphin, until

I don’t deserve it. 

Lonely Fred, walking around, how do we get

even you to slough

them off?  The aberrations, Fred.

The distractions. 

Fred, you are over, 57 and

brimming

your limitations

through the undertow of the cheap

neurotic

Fred, you are always alone, so

If you can’t love yourself,

           

            then move.

Asses

Magic, do as you will

and let the beaches fall

into the asses

of the people

and let the speakers

have their voices switched

for nails and high-pitched

drones

and let the rocks

fill up with water

and soften at their edges,

and I say

I will throw you.

I say

You will be a legend to

all water

balloons

and I say

I’m closing my eyes now, and

let’s see

who you hit